I swear the following is absolutely true. I wouldn't believe it if I read it but it happened just the way that follows. I was 20, a sophomore at UCLA and during the previous couple of months I had come out of the closet with a bang. I figured it was my duty as a straight-appearing man to let everyone know that gays are not just a bunch of fairies looking for any dick in a storm. Anyway I went home to Newport to visit my parents and see a few old surfing buddies. I was prepared to tell them exactly what was going on in my life. Some I knew would be cool; others I was worried about. One of those was Bill.
He was a career lifeguard. The perfect blonde hunk. Saturday night we were sitting around his place, having gone through almost a case of beer between the two of us, and I said, "Bill, I have to tell you something." He smiled and said, "Sure, guy, whatever."
"Bill. I'm Gay."
"No way! Not you! Did something happen in school. I mean one thing doesn't mean..." I interrupted him. "I'm gay. I'm sure." He looked at me and I tried reading his thoughts. I remembered the time we cruised by the Little Shrimp in Laguna and Bill leaned out the window to yell,"Fags!" I waited. And waited. Finally I asked, "So, what do you think?" He answered in a low, quiet voice, "Can't you tell?" I answered, exasperated, "No! Tell me!"
"Look at my pants." I looked; I didn't see anything. He continued, "I've had a fantasy for a long time about making it with you or Mike. I want you to prove to me you're really gay. I want you to do to me whatever gay guys do to each other." I looked at his pants again. Now I saw it. A big, hard cock, just poking its head through the leg. I couldn't believe it. Bill. Mr. Macho had a fantasy for me. But I knew it was impossible; I wasn't going to fall for the oldest line in the book about "proving it." But I did.
I was in the Navy, stationed aboard the USS Buchanan out of San Diego and it had been some time since I had cock up my ass. We were on WestPac and had just hit Hong Kong. It was 1977 and I had just come out a few months before. I left the ship and checked in at the Royal Arms hotel. I ordered a Bud.
And if you know jocks, we like to wear jockstraps a size too small so that it shows off our ass and supports our pricks. Then there are those like Jack, he doesn't wear a jock at all, just puts on his football pants commando. You would think it hurts, but his prick is so large that the pants do well to support it. He seems to always be mad, so I normally just say 'hi' and walk on by.
It's funny that the so-called express bus actually takes longer than the subway, and costs $3. 50 to boot! Not only that, but I invariably get some huge woman who hasn't seen her feet in years sitting next to me, whether there's room or not. No, I thought, I just don't feel like going home, but I couldn't decide what to do.
"Beach" is a generous word to describe this place as it's mostly boulders with patches of sand to lay out. There's a series of trails & quite a hike to get to the beach but it can be well worth it. The park rangers occasionally patrol but because the surrounding area is heavily wooded & a lot of action can still take place there.
When I started my collection in high school a few years ago the predominate color was white and the material rough cotton, now there is such a variety of colors and materials. Variety has become the spice of life and I for one love it. I am currently a freshmen at State college.
I went to where the coach was, and he told me to be at the football field at four O' clock. At 4 o'clock, I went to the field, and saw the coach: tall. blond. muscular. handsome. a very nice sight. Then I started to look around, and I saw all of the team members, and they were all very well built. And since they were all training shirtless, I could see their muscles move and sweat.
For the record, it was not the military academy, the one located over the Hudson River outside New York City, but it was a military academy. As this is a work of fiction, it matters not which one it was, but if there are other graduates of this institution, they might recognize the location based on some of the incidents.
A tall, dark-haired, good looking sports-minded brother-in-law, who happens to have a great sense of humor with a great smile and laugh to go with it. I am your average North-American 36-year-old guy, blonde, average build and height with a subtle and sneaky sense of humor. I love having fun, playing non-hazardous practical jokes on friends, and generally enjoy life.
I am posting this story as the experience I had for my first time being with a man. I have always wanted to give my body to an older man... I was very much turned on by the thought of having another man enjoy my body.
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